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Running: Chapter three
Posted By: Ordinary kronos
Date: 7 May 2007, 11:38 pm
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Extra short, needed to change scenery anyway, running short on swamp ideas.
CHAPTER THREE: STOWAWAYS...
"…..Respond, respond!"
The Phantom pilot yelled into his com, only getting a loud whine and a burp of static.
"What is it 'Kinomee?"
The Zealot asked, hardly able to keep his tone level and the exasperation out of his voice.
"Excellency….we lost contact with the ground team…."
The elite replied, barely able to keep the panic out of his own.
"Perhaps it was some interference. Human technology always does that, and I saw some humans a while back."
'Vandumee spoke up, confident in himself that it should be the answer. 'Zurree rolled his eyes.
"That fool! Always thinking about his troops; who does that?..."
The Zealot hesitated, that just said out of the blue, "Humans? Check out the viewing porthole, that's an order!"
The random change from a tired, bored elite to a shouty unpredictable beast didn't surprise 'Vandumee and 'Zurree, but it made the pilot jump.
When somebody is stressed to a certain point they snap and loose their mind. The two seasoned officers had seen this countless times and usually ignore it.
The pilot tapped a few commands on the holo-pad on the pedestal in front of him, which allowed a small porthole to be opened and it just happened to be underneath 'Zurree's feet.
Lucky for 'Zurree a thick layer of forerunner glass was there to prevent him from taking a long plummet to the ground hundreds of feet down.
'Zurree looked down, not being able to spot much down there he clacked his lower mandibles-a shrug.
"I don't see any movement at all…."
The pilot nodded, and activated the motion detector with a few artful clicks on the holo-pad.
A small screen became illuminated, and revealed that there was movement, and plenty of it, but none of it was friendly to say the least.
"Exelency, There are hundreds of contacts down there, none of them are our troops……"
The pilot paused, his mandibles clacking nervously together, creating an irritating click-click-click noise.
"….The parasite is still out there, and they have wiped out the ground team."
'Onsomee sat down in one of the several crash chairs in the cockpit, hanging his head low. 'Zurree turned to 'Onsomee, and snarled.
"What happened to 'successfully driving them off,' your Excellency?"
"enough Field Master!"
'Vandumee commanded. "We cannot stay here any longer; the mission failed my Brothers. We must return to the Truth and Reconciliation immediately. "
The Pilot nodded, released the hover control, deactivated the grav-lift, and slowly ascended above the tree tops.
"The Prophets will have my head for this!"
The Zealot groaned, burying his face in his hands.
"Perhaps its for the best…."
'Zurree thought, a smile playing on his mandibles.
Another second later, and the phantom sped off towards the ship become base…..With a few more passengers than expected.
Five little stow-away flood rode up the grav-lift, being the lightest of their counterparts and the only ones that could on such a low setting.
The five little balls danced about the empty troop hold, it seeming similar to the prison the fools had kept them in for eons.
They found a large crate, the same kind the intruders had brought with them, and jumped in to hide in the darkness.
All were eager to grasp this new prey, to feast upon their minds and knowledge…
And now, the trap was set, they would only have to wait for somebody idiotic enough to set it off, and release them onto the fools once more!
'Finally, free of that cursed building! Now to spread as far as the heavens!'
One of them whispered.
'Yes, to the heavens and beyond!'
A second spoke, barely containing it's glee.
'Its been countless years since an adequate meal, but now with more nourishment we can be fed till we explode! Ha,ha! It was foolish of them, thinking they could hold us with mere walls!'
The third, the oldest of the five had seen the ones that had imprisoned them, and wanted to get revenge.
' I wish I could sink my tentacles into one….'
Sighed the very smallest and roundest one.
'SILENCE FOOLS; we shall wait, then, think all you want.'
Cried the cruelest and most psychopathic of the five, all were to scared to speak against their self proclaimed leader, and all grew silent.
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